1994: Invasion of the Quantodactyls

Then Chapter 12 confronts what I see as the central conceptual problem of quantum mechanics: not that the future is indeterminate (who cares?), but that the past is also indeterminate!

Far more amused than annoyed, I wrote a post for my blog, entitled “Australian Actresses Are Plagiarizing My Quantum Mechanics Lecture to Sell Printers.”

His flame wars with Dmytry are the sort of classic, pseudo-rational froths, devoid of self-awareness that used to be the bread and butter of /r/subredditdrama before the advent of contemporary metadrama.

Individual nerve cells from the snail Lymnaea stagnalis were immobilized on a silicon chip by microscopic picket fences of polyimide.

Then he dropped the note, raised his head, and bellowed with all the strength in his non-existent lungs: “DURHAM! YOU PRICK!”

This black limit of the screen, he says, this onrushing apocalyptic line, like a tidal wave of dark water, drowning all of the trees and clouds and Goombas that have backslid into the oblivion of the out-of-frame: what could better convey the urgency and inexorability of the infection, the way that it seems to sweep over the land?

Laminate all the cat’s images in linear time into one entity; what you get is pierced, injured and dead.  But a miracle occurs.  An invisible physician restores the cat.

The sky is depicted as being filled with the multi-colored, shimmering waves, evidently the result from the enhanced Emulator #7.

This has been enough of a concern that a code-word for “cult” was developed, “phyg,” to opaquely discuss the issue.